driftfleet | 002; video

Who: Hank McCoy and Erik Lehnsherr
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: crashed ship
When: today!

[when the feed opens, the network is gifted with the bickering of two men]

I don't see why you can't do this.

[Erik is the one visible on screen, and he doesn’t look pleased about it at all. He jerks his chin towards the wall next to him, irritated.]

Because it’s your idea, and I don’t want to.

[the huff that follows is a little on the growly side]

I’m here to open paths, not send out messages. [As if to punctuate this point, Erik turns away from the camera and swipes his hand through the air. The metal wall crumples to the side with a shriek, curling up on itself like a ringpull.

The camera shifts off of Erik with a muttered "show off" to the plant life spilling out of the side of the hull, and a clawed, blue foot comes into frame to poke at a nearby pumpkin]

In any case - Erik and I are at the crashed ship, if anyone would like us to bring some of these back. If you're interested, feel free to message one of us.

As for the ship - if anyone else is planning to come out here, be careful. There's ways into the ship, but it has been here a while, so it's falling apart. We'll try to get some information about the signal while we're here, though so far we haven't had much luck.

[the camera moves back to Erik]

Do you have anything you want to add?

[Erik’s mostly occupied with pointing his flashlight into the gloom of the area beyond the wall. He does give a curt response.]

No requests for pumpkins bigger than the usual Earth-size.

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Yes. All with different skills and perspectives. [His own is well-suited to a hulking wreck of metal. He can already pick out the scale of the ship, compare it with what he knows of the Marsiva.]

Though the presence of fruit and vegetables out here isn't unwelcome either.

Anything to break up the protein gel?

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[His lips quirk slightly.] Opportunities shouldn't be passed up. The waystations aren't particularly forthcoming with food supplies either.

Don't blame them. Hard to share when you don't enough to go around yourself.

Maybe not for that. [He can blame them for certain other activities with no problem.]

Not that it makes them any more pleasant to deal with.

No. They're exactly the kind of people who suit the description of being dealt with.

[He shrugs, finally.] Any requests?

Since you're offering... not so interested in pumpkins, but if you should happen to find some apples...?

Apples. [He nods.] I'll keep an eye out.

Thanks. I appreciate it.

[He nearly moves to shut off the feed, before thinking of something that will probably be of use if he actually does find apples.

Erik Lehnsherr, on the Heron.

[That would be helpful, though Natasha wouldn't have had too much trouble tracking him down through Hank.]

Natasha Romanoff. Vanquish.

I'll let you know if any apples are found.

[With that, he does cut the feed.]